Lift Carry Lover

I have always been fascinated by strong women. They don't have to typically be bodybuilders or women with ripped arms. I love girls who are naturally strong, especially those who can lift and carry men. I have had this fetish since I was young. I don't remember exactly how I developed this fetish, but I guess I came across actresses on TV lifting actors in movies and behind the scenes. Ever since then, I have had a thing for strong girls.

Now, coming to my introduction, my name is Karthik. I am currently working as a software engineer in a reputable company. I am 27 years old, standing at a height of 5'10" and weighing around 65 kgs. I am kind of skinny for my age and height, but I am too lazy to work out or even do the basic minimum exercises. My office is located in a tech park where I see a lot of girls every day. I have a few female friends as well, but I have never mustered up the courage to ask any of them to lift or carry me. My parents have also started looking for potential matches for my marriage, but I'm not sure if I can find a girl who can understand my fetish.

I wake up on a bright early Monday morning, getting ready to go to work after a nice, relaxing weekend. How I wish these weekends never ended! The tech park where my office is located is barely 6-7 kms from my house, so I catch a bus every day. It's just a 20-minute journey. Although the buses are crowded, I have no other option as my dad takes the car to work, and I have never been a fan of riding bikes or scooters.

The bus arrives, and as I hop on, pushing people aside to make my way, my eyes catch a girl standing in the bus who looks taller than the other girls. She seems to be as tall as me, and my mind tells me to go stand next to her and start a conversation. By the time I gather the courage to make up my mind, my stop arrives, and I have to get down. I notice that she gets down at the same stop, and I realize she works in the same tech park. Throughout the day, I continue thinking about her at the office, and I can barely focus on my work. Because of this, I have to stay longer at the office to finish my pending tasks.

I finish all my pending work at 7:30 pm and leave the office, waiting at the bus stop for the bus. My eyes light up when I see that the girl I saw in the morning is also waiting for the bus. I notice she is wearing heels, which makes her as tall as me, and she looks stunning in her office formals. I decide to start a conversation and go talk to her. I introduce myself, saying, "Hey, I am Karthik, and I work in this tech park." I guess I caught her by surprise, and she gives me a surprised look. I make sure the atmosphere doesn't become awkward and tell her, "I'm sorry if I caught you by surprise. I like talking to people at the bus stop and try to make friends with those who travel on my bus route." She smiles and replies, "Hey, I'm Diya. Nice to meet you." We shake hands and continue our conversation. I notice that she might be wearing 2-inch heels, and I guess her height to be around 5'8". She tells me that she lives 2 stops further from mine. She is 25 years old and lives with her parents. As we talk, our bus arrives, and I notice that it's unusually crowded for this time. I tell her that

 if she's not comfortable getting on this crowded bus, we can wait for the next one. She replies, "What? No way! It's already late, and we can't waste our time waiting for the next bus. Come, let's get on this bus itself." She holds my hand and pulls me onto the bus. I notice how strong her grip is. Since there are no seats available, we have to stand. She then turns towards me, and as she is wearing heels and we are the same height, our eyes are level, and we are face to face. I can feel her breath. She looks at me and snaps her fingers, bringing me back to reality. She asks me, "Where were you lost?" I reply, "Do you know you have a very strong grip?" She laughs and says, "Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Karthik." I smile as she continues, "It's really nice of you to compliment a girl like that. Usually, guys only tell us how hot and good-looking we are, but you are the first one to say that I look strong." I tell her that there is nothing wrong in telling a girl how strong she looks. She smiles, and I smile back. Just then, there's a jerk, and I lose my balance, but Diya holds me by my stomach with one hand and prevents me from falling. I realize how much stronger she is than I thought. She says, "And once again, my strength saves you," and starts laughing. I laugh along with her and say, "Thank you, Diya." She asks me for my number and gives me hers as well, telling me that she will call me tomorrow, and we can travel together. As my stop arrives, I bid her goodbye and get down. As I reach home, have dinner, and prepare to sleep, I can't wait for what I have in store with Diya tomorrow.